You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)? You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low? I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.) If I pull apart, she can't stop (She never stops) And if I can't protect myself, I might as well rot A method to discover and juice (Use) I used in dealings, but I've used all my feeling (I blame the memory.) The distraction no longer become effective Mistakes start the cutting And you are a back breaking mess Have you ever felt so low? Well it's more I need! You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)? You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low? I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.) The dust (Got to love the rust) never settles (in the taste) She puts on her makeup (like blood) Then she becomes a drug (she's a thug)! And I no longer become effective Mistakes start the cutting And you are a back breaking mess Have you ever felt so low? Well it's more I need! You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)? You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low? I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.) (And have I ever felt so fucking low? God she might crush me. I might rot inside, inside!)